Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Never listen, you never listen I scream your name, it always stays the same I scream and shout So what I'm gonna do now is freak the freak out, hey Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh oh I'm so sick of it, your attention deficit Easy come,

Tired of love songs, tired of love Wanna go home, whoa Just wanna go home, wanna go home I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs So tired of love songs, tired of love songs I, I, oh I, yeah Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, like an American You make me crazy, you make me wild Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child Your skin so golden brown Be young, be dope be proud Like an American Like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, whoa Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Play house,

Give me a number one, give me a number two, whoa! Wo-ho, wo-ho, wo-ho-ohoo Give me a number one, give me a number two, whoa Wo-ho, wo-ho, wo-ho-ohoo

What if nothing ever will change? Whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa Oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place But I, I'd rather fight Than lose

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh

Beating me up (whoa, oh, whoa) Beating me up I wish my heart would stop It's getting louder and louder Every time I think about you, about you I'll be better off without you, without you I wish my heart would stop, wish my heart would stop I won't let